"Go and call Lord Cyprian and say it's my order."
After passing through the ranks of soldiers, Hornthorne came to the stretcher and looked down at the Astropath. Even though the latter was in a coma, his limbs were still twitching slightly, which suddenly reminded him of something.
The champion swordsman was stunned for a moment after hearing the order, then nodded, turned around and disappeared from the edge of the crowd.
In the temporary military camp of the Imperial Fist, most of the soldiers have received the order to garrison and left. In the quiet and spacious barracks, only the technical sergeants and mechanical slaves occasionally made small sounds.
Champion swordsman Oleg came to the barracks and walked straight to the edge corner of the camp. After passing through several barracks, a unique tent appeared in front of him.
"Who?"
People in the camp are extremely sensitive to sounds, and Oleg's footsteps have been detected by him even from a distance.
"In the name of the Primarch and the Lord of Earth, and by order of Captain Hornthorne, Fourth Captain of the Imperial Fists, I call upon your services."
Oleg chanted lengthy names, which was completely opposite to his usual concise and shocking style.
The figure in the camp heard Oleg's words and gave the same solemn answer:
"Are you ordered?"
"Yes!"
"Is it necessary?"
"Yes!"
"Do you accept the price?"
"Yes!"
The conversation between the two was short and clear, and there seemed to be a clear logic and fixed procedures being followed.
With each response from the opponent, champion swordsman Oleg's tone became more solemn.
"Then, in the name of the Nikaea Agreement, we unclean people respond to the call of the Primarch and accept the commander's order!"
Buzz!
The sleeping power armor woke up in the roar of the servo, and the giant made of steel also stood up from the tent.
When the curtain in front of Oleg was lifted by a big hand, what appeared in front of him was another precious and special tactical fearless.
"Champions of Dorne, lead the way."
The giant's face was covered by a helmet made of white skulls, and a cold voice came from the loudspeaker;
From the long staff with a coolant flow pipe in his hand and the dense marks of purity on his armor, we can see that this son of Dorne has a very special tactical position in the battle group - the tome master (think tank).
(The Imperial Fists have an unfriendly attitude toward psykers, especially after the "Concord of Nicaea" personally presided over by the Emperor came into effect. The psykers of the Legion era have been ordered to actively consume their psychic energy in order to deplete it.
The status of the soldier exists within the legion.
It is also true that in the post-Imperial era, the Imperial Fists had to compromise on the existence and use of psykers, but as the think tank within the chapter, they still had to have orders from high-ranking officers to appear.) The crowd in the distance was pushed away again. Hornthorne opened his eyes and saw the arrival of the champion swordsman Oleg and the company's bookmaster Ciprien.
"In response to your edict..." Cyprian nodded to Hornthorne, and at the same time noticed the Astropath on the stretcher at his feet.
"Help him, we need his answers." Hornthorne said.
"I'll try my best..." Cyprian nodded slightly. This soulless body allowed him to roughly understand what happened to the Astropath. But Cyprian's spiritual power does not belong to the induction system. How much can it help this unfortunate person?
He didn't know either.
Taking the Astropath to a nearby cabin, Cyprian slowly closed his eyes under the gaze of others.
His spirit awakened from silence, and his mind began to leap towards the highest sky; the psychic amplification device on the helmet spontaneously activated, and the coolant in the pipes on both sides of the long staff in his hand also began to surge.
Buzz!
It's like falling down from the real ocean, and like rising up from the depths of the subspace tide;
The next second after completing the self-harmony of the soul, the scenery of the supreme sky appeared in Cyprian's eyes for a long time.
He did not dwell on the various visions in front of him, but instead looked down at reality. While maintaining his psychic vision, his hand like a cattail fan stretched forward and held it together with the astropath's bony hand. Boom!
Even if the spiritual power possessed by the Holy Code-type Ziprian is repeatedly careful, it is still too violent for mortals. Fortunately, the owner of this body is not here. Through the already fragile link between body and spirit, Ziprian
Lian finally saw the soul lost in the subspace wave.
"Come back..." A call carrying the spiritual power of Cyprian was sent along the anchor point of the astropath's body and spirit, towards the distant star sea.
The astropath's soul was awakened by this voice, and he remembered his own existence and self again.
"Come back..." The lost soul has found its own existence, but after experiencing the baptism of the mighty power of subspace, his spiritual self-awareness has become extremely thin.
Cyprian sensed the powerlessness of the astropaths, but there was not much time left for the astropaths. If it continues to be delayed like this, what awaits the astropaths will be their eternal integration with the subspace. p>
"Come back!" He estimated the limit of the power that the Astropath's body could bear, and gambled to input his power all at once.
In the eyes of the Astropath, the huge power is like a hot and cold hand, forcibly holding his soul that is on the verge of being broken, and then fishes it out of the subspace.
"Hiss...hoo...hiss...hoo..."
Like a drowned person being fished out of deep water, the Astropath who woke up gasped violently. Sweat seeped out from the pores all over his body, and his clothes were soaked within seconds.
But he was still happy, happy to hear his own heartbeat again;
He is still grateful that he can return to the human world and experience the existence of life.
"Thank you..." Even though the Astropath was exhausted, he still looked up at Cyprian with difficulty.
After seeing the iconic power armor on the opponent, he also recalled the mission that he and his colleagues had sacrificed for.
"Has the news spread?" Hornthorne asked urgently.
What responded to him was that the Astropath used all his strength to nod his head slightly before falling into deep sleep.
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Boom!
The dull thunder fell from the clouds, and after the light rain just passed, the long rainy season finally ushered in the official start of the long rainy season in the sky of the City of Divine Grace.
"It's raining."
Hornthorne, who left the passage of the underground fortress, stood at the observation point of the forward fortress and looked at the clouds in the sky worriedly.
The rainy season, which arrives a week earlier than normal, not only delays the planned deployment of troops, but also adds a lot of interference to the ground-to-orbit air defense weapons.
In the scene at this moment, Hornthorne, who was shouldering a heavy burden, couldn't help but wonder whether this was some kind of ominous omen from the Emperor.
"At least we still have hope..."
At some point, Captain Stewart of the Ultramarines was standing behind him. He thought that the question and answer he had just had with the Astropath in the passage was already known to him.
"Yes, we still have hope." Hornthorne repeated the encouragement from his comrades, but what he was thinking about was how to maintain this hope.
"It's raining..." Stewart's voice rang in his ears.
Sensing the strangeness in his words, Hornthorne suddenly raised his head. Then at the end of the former's gaze, he saw those tiny light spots in the sky, streaking bright red tracks in the torrential rain...